Sherlock took the cock ring and attached it to John before he did anything else. It wouldn't give him any relief, but at least he wouldn't just go off like a rocket.

"I will, John. I will." He promised. He leaned down and gave John a long, languishing kiss, one that had the lingering taste of mint mouthwash. His hand wandered over his chest and arms and neck, anywhere he could reach, to connect to John, to touch him.

He knew he could do this all day, but John needed release, so after one last kiss, he moved down to kneel over John.

"Do you want yo be on your stomach or on your back?" He asked.